theblogger | First Blog Entry - Is this thing on? / [ Audio ]

( OOC: Back-dated to the morning of the 17th )

[ John's been trying to locate the microphone on the journal for the last five minutes and, for the last two or so, there's a fluctuation of the feed as the book shuts and reopens. Sod it. Sally seemed to have heard him well enough when he was speaking into the open pages before, and it's already proved to be sensitive to written transmissions.

Rainfall is a distant sound. ]

Right, ehm. Good morning, Luceti.

My name is John Watson and I've a few questions, specifically toward the medical situation we've got here. I'm at your clinic, looking over the equipment and the pharmacy. There seems to be a rather, well, shocking imbalance between the advancement of your technology in medical tools and the drugs you've got.

I'm aware there's a hospital somewhere, but is there anyone about that wouldn't mind speaking about the health care they've been receiving here? If anyone could also direct me to the current Chief of Medicine -well, any authority figure between the clinic and the hospital, really- I'd be grateful.

[ Is anyone even in charge around here? It seems as dangerous to make an assumption that there is a hierarchy in place than to think there's not one. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You had your wings removed?

[ Surprise, and curiosity. ]

I was under the impression that they weren't to be fussed with.

Oh, just one! It was, um... torn off, so I had to wait for a new one to grow back in... It was during the last draft we'd had. Everyone was very accommodating and professional.

[ The draft. There's a pause on the other line for a moment. ]

That makes me happy to hear.

May I ask you about the injury?

Mm... the memory is a little cloudy, but. I was helping with food and medicine at the camp, during the draft. We were all underground, in some sort of cave, and--well, I suppose the Third Party broke through the wall and came after us.

I was attacked by one of them, but I was lucky enough to have someone nearby to help me.

[ It's not what John meant, but he listens respectfully all the same. Jilly's told him about about this Third Party and the draft. A raid on the bases...

John can't think about it for long. It reminds him of Afghanistan. To be fair, a lot of things do. ]

When something happens to a person's wings, they get really sick, yeah?

[A nod.]

Oh, yes. It's a really awful feeling; it's a very vicious fever, and it's hard to even move, let alone get out of bed. But as long as one wing stays intact in some way, at least you can recover from it...

How long would you say it took you to recover?

[ His tone is sympathetic. Yes, damage to the wings sounds like an ugly thing. ]

About... I'd say a week. I was able to sit up and move around a little in the first few days, at least. It's different for each wing injury I'm sure, but that's around how long my own took to heal.

Did you have a specific doctor or did you have several people helping you out? Would you say your needs were met, so far as food and any other concerns?

Ah. Unfortunately... I'm not entirely sure who treated me. I can't remember their name or face; it's part of my condition, you see. I forget things often, if I don't think about them often enough. But I remember some of my friends visiting, and I remember feeling cozy and relaxed...

Edited 2012-03-25 06:44 (UTC)

First Blog Entry - Is this thing on? / [ Audio ]

[audio]

[audio] totally ignore the s on that last reply :|

[audio]

[audio]

[audio]

[audio]

[audio]

[audio]

[audio]

[audio]